Husband for Hire. Susan Crosby
nine months old now.”
“Were you close as children?”
He tucked his phone back in his pocket. “Dix and I were when we were really young. Shana always marched to her own drummer. But all three of us had a kind of bond because our parents didn’t really parent. As siblings, we looked out for each other, and yet I can’t say we were close. Not like you and your brothers.”
“Your parents just let you raise yourselves?” She couldn’t imagine that. Hers had always been there for her—then her brothers had followed suit.
“Sort of. On one hand, they were extremely strict. They set down rules and expected us to follow them, but then they left us alone. If we got caught doing something we shouldn’t be doing, the punishment was swift and harsh. I learned not to get caught.”
Their lunch was served, the aroma enticing.
“I always got caught,” she said with a sigh. “Always. If my parents didn’t catch me, one of my brothers did. The freedom when I went away to college was heady. I stayed up too late, waited until the day before a paper was due before I wrote it and partied a lot. But by my sophomore year I’d seen the value in moderation. To a degree, anyway.” She grinned. She had loved the college environment. “Did you go to college?”
“Yes. But I was a nose-to-the-grindstone student. Plus I was always working. Between jobs, scholarships and grants, I graduated debt free.”
“That’s a big accomplishment. What’s your degree in?”
“Biology, with a minor in biochemistry.”
“That’s a tough curriculum.”
He shrugged. Gavin steered the conversation to how good the food was, but Becca recognized a diversion when she heard one.
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